Throughout the history books, golf was and is a game for all classes, at least if the sheep of Scotland have anything to say about it. We counted a lot of them along the drive through the Highlands, munching away on what could be incredible plots of land to play hooky. These pathways once were littered with sheep dung, where Sheppards would casually flick and crack in a game called shootin’ the shite’. And oh yeah, did you hear about that cool flock that burrowed the bunkers of St. Andrews? Baaaa humbug, who needs a feathery? #golfishome